Paint a mustache on the Mona Lisa

Ride a harley through the heart of danger

Pick up a pen and fight a war for the fight to dream

I was seventeen

Gave up my house sleep the nights on concrete

Meditate with all the bums on my street

No more runnin no more hiding in the house of the dead

I think I'll grow some dreads

I believe in the sanctity of dreams

No more running from these masquaraders

I believe that society will never dream like me

I dream of loving of the empty graveyard

I dream of vegas and the transcendental wild card

A place where no one waits to die before they go to the light

And just are blind outside

I follow nothing but the compass of my instinct

No matter where it leads I know it'll take me to the brink

And leave me there all by myself and all alone with my dreams

Can you hear my scream?

I believe in the sanctity of dreams

No more running from these masquaraders

I believe that society will never dream like me

Never dream like me

Society will never dream like me

Will never dream like me

I believe in the sanctity of dreams

No more running from these masquaraders

I believe that society will never dream like me

I believe in the sanctity of dreams

No more running from these masquaraders

I believe that society will never dream like me